A Giant Oak stood
near a brook in which grew some slender Reeds. When the wind blew, the
great Oak stood proudly upright with its hundred arms uplifted to the
sky. But the Reeds bowed low in the wind and sang a sad and mournful
reason to complain," said the Oak. "The slightest breeze that
ruffles the surface of the water makes you bow your heads, while I, the
mighty Oak, stand upright and firm before the howling tempest."
"Do not worry
about us," replied the Reeds. "The winds do not harm us. We
bow before them and so we do not break. You, in all your pride and
strength, have so far resisted their blows. But the end is coming."
As the Reeds spoke a
great hurricane rushed out of the north. The Oak stood proudly and
fought against the storm, while the yielding Reeds bowed low. The wind
redoubled in fury, and all at once the great tree fell, torn up by the
roots, and lay among the pitying Reeds.
to yield when it is folly to resist, than to resist stubbornly
and be destroyed.